When she played it, her grandmother’s face was radiant, every wrinkle sharp. But standing behind her—where the kitchen wall should have been—was a figure in a hooded coat. No face visible, just a silhouette. It was reaching toward the back of her grandmother’s head.
When she played it, her grandmother’s face was radiant, every wrinkle sharp. But standing behind her—where the kitchen wall should have been—was a figure in a hooded coat. No face visible, just a silhouette. It was reaching toward the back of her grandmother’s head.